Jimmy hadn't yet received a call from Miami, but instead Caitlyn suddenly called and arranged to et him the next day, and the eting place was Langley headquarters, not the New York Anti-Terrorism Bureau.
He told Nia that evening about needing to go to the FBI headquarters in Washington, D.C., which was quite nearby this ti. Nia was truly speechless; NYPD hardly operates outside New York, but why does it seem like Jimmy's FBI work is so peculiar? A Manhattan office agent, having to travel to various parts of the United States.
Early the next morning, Jimmy opened his safe to take out his CIA ID card, donned a suit and revolver, and headed straight to John F. Kennedy Airport (JFK), buying the nearest flight ticket on site to Washington, D.C.
Considering that he might need to shuttle between Washington, D.C., and Langley in the future, Jimmy decided to leave the airport, find a taxi to a used car dealership, and purchased a car under his real identity to drive to Langley.
Langley is very close to Washington, D.C., only about 30 kiloters away, and is a small town. The most convenient route to Langley is via Washington, D.C., but there is also a private airport near Langley. When Caitlyn previously brought Jimmy to Langley, they landed directly at the private airport, which is sowhat closer.
Returning to Langley openly again, Jimmy noticeably felt more at ease. After swiping his ID card at the gate and having the car inspected, he entered Langley, smoothly reaching Caitlyn's office. Unlike most who work inside the Langley building, Jimmy didn't hang his card on his left chest; instead, he wandered around the building in his suit, as no one stopped him or said anything.
Jimmy knocked on the door, and Caitlyn inside the office looked up. Jimmy stood at the doorway, smiling and waving, and she motioned him in.
Jimmy wasn't nervous at all; he smiled and asked, "Caitlyn, what's the urgent reason for calling ?"
Caitlyn: "We'll head to the conference room in a mont."
Jimmy: "Could you hint at what this is about? Give so ntal prep."
Caitlyn: "A mission. First, go outside and rest a bit, I'll notify you."
Jimmy nodded: "OK."
Jimmy went to the pantry, poured himself a cup of coffee, picked up a magazine, and sat down to pass the ti. Half an hour later, Caitlyn led Jimmy to a conference room.
This conference room was quite special; other rooms had normal office glass doors, but this one had solid walls, exceptionally thick, and the door was reinforced. When Jimmy closed the door, he could feel it was likely a solid interlayer door, perhaps made of steel plates.
Jimmy, donning sunglasses, sat beside Caitlyn. Across the conference table, soone was already seated, waiting—an elderly Caucasian gentleman in his 60s and a young, brown-haired, Latino with glasses.
Caitlyn spoke first, "Richard, let's begin."
The elderly man, Richard, nodded, opened a box in front of him, and pushed a file from the table toward Caitlyn, "This is an ergency task."
A special target we've been monitoring stealthily entered the Russian Embassy yesterday morning. According to inside intelligence, personnel will arrange for him to be transferred and leave Washington, heading to New York, and from there, exit the country.
Previously, the target had contact with a certain defense laboratory, suspiciously acquiring so data. Surveillance information disclosed he used another person's account to illegally access the lab's docunt managent system and copied certain files.
We need you to intercept him in New York, thoroughly inspect all his belongings to ensure no data is taken, and, if necessary, eliminate him.
This is a joint mission authorization from the headquarters and the DIA (Defense Intelligence Bureau).
Caitlyn nodded, flipped through the file, then pushed it to Jimmy.
This is an official CIA mission. Any task announced in the special conference rooms at headquarters is undoubtedly complex.
Jimmy opened the file, finding a photo of an Indian-looking man at the start. He appeared quite ordinary; it was a candid street photo, dressed in typical office attire, with casual wear, not a suit, and holding a brown soft briefcase.
Raj Patel, Indian-Arican, naturalized in the 1990s, is a computer expert. He works for a software company, one of the Ministry of Defense's contractors, responsible for so auxiliary software systems.
The following section details his family. Jimmy skipped this part, focusing on the subsequent records.
Raj first ca onto the CIA's radar two years ago when he privately interacted with a diplomat on a CIA watchlist. The two t multiple tis in covert settings, which surveillance personnel docunted.
Previously, the company Raj was part of experienced unauthorized data leaks, which managent suppressed. If not for insider intelligence, the CIA wouldn't have recorded this infraction.
The file docunted the tis and places of Raj's etings with the diplomat, though not their content, but such details were sufficient to list him for observation.
The files didn't include recent developnts on Raj. Jimmy looked up at Caitlyn, who nodded, and then turned to Richard, "Please continue."
Richard: "The target had no particular behavior before; part of the systems of the Defense Laboratory were handled by his company, so he frequently entered the lab.
This ti, it was discovered by the lab's IT personnel during a routine data check. After identifying anomalies, the information was submitted to the DIA (Defense Intelligence Bureau). Having cross-referenced within the joint departnts, they handed this leak case over to us for resolution.
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